The next day

The next day you wake up somewhat rested. And for a moment the entire thing feels natural. The paws are really your paws. The suit is really your skin. And you yourself truly are a cat. An animal that needs to be taken care of by her owner.

Part of you wishes it to be true. Except that it isn't. There is a portion inside that knows this every waking moment.

For some time you keep probing your mittens with your fingers that are trapped inside the material. Then you start to probe your gear all over, with the hope that you might be able find a weak spot. But there aren't any.

Then suddenly the door opens, and you can hear the woman's footsteps.

"Get out of the cage, and roll over for me," she says. And you realize that you are facing another choice here.